Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was only a waitress in a caf
coffee from dusk until dawn
But she was heart twenty four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She'd sing with a in her eye
The headlights were
The big wheels were
Her would come bye and bye

He'd park his great semi off Route Sixty
She'd blush with a sweet sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the
And order a corned beef on rye

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft eyes staring
The corned beef would bye and bye

All the drivers remember that night, so say
She'd said her farewells to all
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter twelve
Her suitcase stood in the hall

And the hours passed by even as the passed by
Out on the
And then two grim highway came into the place
Shook the rain from hats and as the poor girl
them their coffee, she overheard the words that they said

"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel out
your damn nose up by the predicament tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he knifed that son of a bitch
Slicker owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you suppose that he had a little ol' hog
on him down the line somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, don't you know them truckers they got
To take out a little filly at every, every caf here to Las Cruces"

Now there is a truck stop on Route Sixty Four
If you to be passing by
But there's a trucker who never in anymore
And a waitress who she knew why

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's who's listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's who's listening
In highway caf in the sky